Kid Cudi - T.G.I.F. lyrics

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Kid Cudi - T.G.I.F. lyrics

Knock knock cudi open up dis Chip Gotta kush pack shells And some henni we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on Give a penny to b**h But I'm wit' a couple ho's Who said they really wanna get Acquainted with some n***a's Who, ain't the average n***a's They just wanna see why All they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flier then a hundred natts Worth a hundred hundred stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin' Till I hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mint chain Candy old school Put you n***as in detention Slabbed n***as geeked up Tool in the cloths I'm just a young fresh fly Fool wit' some gold Aye, what it do my dude I'm livin' life dog what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta n***a sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a n***a ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank god I'm fresh Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, I'm super duper cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin' when I lean but get me to my fans, I'm country till decease Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'm a say some sh** that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only n***a that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe But she wanna check though Dodging and popping pictures, Like the hoes was working with the law Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes I want, And give my n***as what is left I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's You can't knock em Use ta have the Honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past Now I'm bout to throw 'em on the Jag Aye, what it do my dude I'm livin' life dog what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta n***a sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a n***a ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank god I'm fresh